However, before Zhang Luoya could kiss him, Jing Muchen quickly covered her red lips with one hand and took his phone with his other hand. He then said, "I forgot to tell you that I'm flying to Los Angeles at six o'clock tomorrow morning. Go back to your room to sleep. Good night."
Zhang Luoya couldn't help but pout. She had already taken the initiative. Why was he still unaffected? Could it be that he was really gay?
She wanted to throw a tantrum. But seeing his indifferent and alienated look, she had no choice but to restrain her impulse. Jing Muchen was always gentle and courteous in front of her. But for some reason, whenever he put on such a look, Zhang Luoya felt a sense of fear spontaneously.
After sitting there awkwardly for a while, she finally said, "Good night, A Chen." She then stood up, walked out of the guest room, and went back to her room sulkily.
Early in the morning the next day, Jing Muchen rushed to the airport.